This is a song about "Contact"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I'm a psychopath with a viscous path to make fatal contact

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Prepare for contact, i bomb tracks, sign off like a contract,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers